Cantandole a Los Vivos
Adrian Abonizio
Singing to the Living
How hard it is to look up
When the light slips away
And the habit of those days
Is asking for permission to enter our home
How hard it is to live in peace
When the punishment is bitter for the good
And there's no need to even name them
Those who help close your heart with mud
Falling from the sky, a rain of poison
It’s always been this way, and it always will be
I want to stay in a land where the sky
Remains just because it does
Singing to the living
A guitar at noon
The kids playing outside
How hard it is to have jobs
This job is as thin as the bread of joy
Ships arrived with black folks
To this land of hunters
I don’t regret in my routine
Chasing years still with flowers
Falling from the sky, a rain of poison
It’s always been this way, and it always will be
I want to stay in a land where the sky
Remains just because it does
Singing to the living
